D’un tratto gridò / che non era il destino se il mondo soffriva, / se la luce del sole strappava bestemmie: / era l’uomo, colpevole. / Almeno potercene andare, / far la libera fame, rispondere no / a una vita che adopera amore e pietà, / la famiglia, il pezzetto di / terra, a legarci le mani.
(Cesare Pavese, Settembre 1932)
Suddenly he shouted that it wasn’t fate / that made the world suffer, / that made men curse the light / and the day they were born. / The trouble was man, it was man’s doing. / At least we could pull out, / we could starve to death in freedom, and say No / to a life that makes use of love and family and pity / and a little plot of land to tie us together, / and shackle our hands.
(Cesare Pavese, September 1932)
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